I am lying down with my feet crossed in bed

it's a fuzzy-headed morning

I don't know I'm not dead

I don't know what time it is

but it's later than before

there's a schoolroom clock on the wall

but it doesn't work no more

I know it's sometime in the morning

between six and probably one

cause there's light outside my window

but there isn't any sun

I feel pretty rested

but without the time I'm not for sure

I don't know if I should start my day

or go to sleep some more

here it is another day

and I've yet to touch the ground

I'm not afraid to leave the bed

I'd just rather lay around

there's a tv that I could watch

sits adjacent to the bed

one of those japanese numbers

that does everything they said

I could look at some friends

in pictures taped over the desk

there's an ansel adams to the left

it's quite picturesque

here it is another day

and I've yet to touch the ground

I'm not afraid to leave the bed

I'd just rather lay around

I like to pretend sometimes

I do it quite a lot

I think of the things I have

that I really haven't got

this bed that I lie on really isn't mine at all

in fact neither is the t.v. clock or pictures on the wall

here it is another day

and I've yet to touch the ground

I'm not afraid to leave the bed

I'd just rather lay around

here it is another day

and I've yet to touch the ground

I'm not afraid to leave the bed

I'd just rather lay around